(Rue Crémieux de la Chic)?
If there's any hidden road, anywhere, that's lined with miniature pastel apartments, you'll be sure to find me there dreaming for a slight, magical moment that I actually live there. Hey, a girl can dream. So when scoping out the winding streets on a cold Sunday to unearth this clandestine gem, I couldn't help but eek in sheer bliss and somewhat pretend the street name flows with my blog name. It was meant to be..
As is the case of most of my blog posts due to my unfaltering procrastination, this post belongs to my progressively accumulating flashback series (also, I'll find whatever excuse to relive my Parisian getaway). Despite the windy chills that dried up my sandpaper-hands (thanks, Winter) I found the most perfect vintage thrift store find in Paris! Who cares about those overly expensive copper Eiffel tower trinkets for €7 when you can leave with a Chanel-inspired hounds-tooth cardi for only---*drumroll please* €1! Fishing out a single coin in exchange for now-favorite cardigan was priceless. Not to mention, the tedious accomplishment of delving into a never ending pile of Urban Outfitters-esque items that would sell for $80. Think lamé fluorescent sweaters with tinsel lining and 90's chic windbreakers Bob Saget would most likely sport whilst skiing.
I actually ended up venturing to Portobello Road: the London equivalent of Rue Crémieux but way bigger & dispersed into a neighborhood amongst Notting Hill. After snapping trendy polaroids of sugary-sweet apartments that none other than Barbie would live in, I stumbled upon Keira Knightley's apartment from Love, Actually. She definitely chose the wrong side of the road because the houses on the other side looked like they came straight out of a Botanical Pinterest Board with picnic tables and lush vines tattooed on villa-like apartments.
Portobello Road was the perfect getaway from the craziness of Spitalfields & our cramped seating while munching on Poppies. So London, I know. Fun Fact: steak fries = Poppies fries; shoestring fries = In-n-Out fries (you learn something new every day). Ending the day with a quintessential British shot in front of the iconic King's Cross Platform 9 3/4 before Kelsey left was undeniably worth the wait (amidst the awkwardness of being suggested to fight & curse spells on each other for our rushed photo-op.) Listen, when there's a nameless sea of faces in the most crowded station in London staring anxiously at you while belligerently shrieking " Avada Kedavra!!! ", it's logical to shyly opt for a more subtle dual pose. Kelsey donned a Slytherin scarf while I opted for the Harry-Potter go-to Gryffindor scarf (despite my Hufflepuff nature, darn you Pottermore), so I guess we had it coming. Oh, also I had to pose with Luna's wand as opposed to Voldemort's, which I really wanted, because I chose Gryffindor (you win some, you lose some).